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... creatures. It was such an awesome thing to see. The journey home began on the 1st of November. We took a boat ride at 8 AM from Nosy Be to Ankify. The boat ride was an hour long, we then took a Taxi Brousse to Ambanja where we were on a 15 passenger vehicle, however of course to make more money we were holding 29 passengers and bursting at the seams! We then waited in Ambanja for two hours before the long haul back to Tana. In Ambanja we experienced the ...

... living dead (plus a few drunk Scousers). The people of Liverpool really had gone to town on dressing up for Halloween - more so than any other place/year that I can remember.

Sunday morning started with a full English breakfast, which set us up nicely for the day ahead in the fog that had engulfed Liverpool. The waterfront area was most pleasant - and would have been nicer if the sun was out - so as well as visiting the Albert Dock we had ...

... exhibition on the music of the 60s and the so-called British Invasion. We enjoyed our visit to both sites that brought back many memories from the 1960s.

We visited the Liverpool Maritime Museum that has several very interesting displays - one on the sinking of the Lusitania and the other on the sinking of the Titanic. Other displays concentrated on the work of the Border Patrols (Customs) and immigration from the early 1900’s from the United ...

... paste later. It means you get more mindless ramblings than usual. As Lee knits I ramble. No I rant! No one has entered an answer for the quiz! Sure even Lee missed most of the questions but she has an excuse (she couldn't care less) but there must be a reader somewhere that does give a hoot! Isn't there? I received a reply to one of my blogs from a total stranger! So strange in fact they call themselves 'Boulderbigs'. Well done stranger, be you singular or plural. He, ...

... sunny, but crisp, and the streets and roads were packed with Monday morning commuters. We collected our suitcases from the cruise terminal building and trundled them along the streets for the short walk to James Street underground station. Then it was a couple of stops along the line, back to Lime Street.

We had over an hour to wait and Lime Street, like most British railway stations, was cold and draughty. We therefore ...